It’s You

It’s you who I adore
I want you more and more
I’d even be your whore
Your own Pussy Galore

Ignore your wretched snores
Believe your life’s folk lore
Let lie our settled scores

I’d empty out my stores
And meet you at my core
Where you’ll find even more

I’ve told you this before:
It’s you who I adore

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